William
I let out a huge sigh as I turned off the engine of my car. The rearview mirror displayed a harrowed copy of me that even I couldn't identify or recognize. The bags under my eyes mercilessly manifested the ordeal I’d gone through the entire weekend, consisting of sleepless nights and endless twists and turns on my bed.
Last Friday night made an unexplained dent in my chest that limited me to attaining a decent amount of sleep or eating. I looked out the window as I heaved in what was sure to go out as another heavy sigh. Memories of Clara Wheeler etching once again in the confines of my brain like how it had been going in the past couple of days.
Man, I got it bad.
My entire life, I’d been a man who’s got complete control over myself; I barely partied hard, never took advantage
